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Chapter 1: Intro

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"So this is it?" Harriet Potter looked around her.
It was... Disappointing.
The Girl Who Conquered was dead – again. Having vanquished Voldemort at seventeen by sacrificing herself after becoming the Master of Death, she had gone back, killed the Dark Lord and helped the wizarding world to get back on it's feet.

But as years went by, the gap between her and, well nearly everyone else, became more apparent...
People began to recover from the war, grieved for their loved ones and went on with their life, whereas Harriet felt unchanged, and soon her friends noticed that she wasn't changing physically either. And so the women who still looked like a girl began to wonder if she hadn't made a mistake the day she accepted the ownership of the three Peverell brothers legacy.

Fearing the reaction of the fickle public, Harriet progressively disappeared from the wizarding world, only contacting her friends Luna and George from time to time – she had grown apart from Ron and Hermione when their relationship became serious, and from the Weasley in general with the death of Fred, her fiancé...
Just as she had suspected, people had started talking about her lack of aging, and rumors of black magic and necromancy had spread like wild fire – typical of the narrow-minded British Wizarding World that hadn't changed all that much, even after sacrificing her parents and her own generation.
But all this came to a sudden halt when once more, the more radical element of the wizarding world started to let their voice be heard – they called themselves the True Wizards, but fundamentally, were nothing more than neo Death Eater. And of course, with the violence escalating quickly, the wizarding public reclaimed the return of their exiled hero. Harriet would have refused – but it really wasn't in her nature to let people, as stupid as they were, suffer in silence. And so she went back.

And died, killed by an AK in the back.
Truth be told, after fearing being immortal, it was nearly relieving...

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She looked around her. She was back in the whiteness of King Cross's station. This time, she remembered right away to wish her clothing into existence, and waited. She doubted Dumbledore would be the one to greet her again, but was hoping that maybe she'd see Fred – or Sirius, Remus, her parents... There was far more people she wanted to see among the dead than the living.
But what, or rather who appeared was both more logical, and more surprising.
A man, tall, with hair as dark as hers held in the back, a well adjusted suit and piercing red eyes. The one detail that let her guess who he was, was the silver pendant of the Hallows around his neck.

"Death."
"Indeed, Mistress."
"So what happens now?"
Death let out a weary sigh "It's up to you, really. You are, as my mistress, immortal. As such, you can, if you want go back as you still have a body able to endure the Mortal Realms. You can also take your place in Death Islands as the ruler..."
"Death Islands?"
"Yes. I'm not the one who reap every soul, it would take too much time. Like all higher gods, I'm more of a supervisor with legions of lesser gods and holy servants that I supervise... The Death Islands are inhabited by my reapers and the souls not yet reincarnated. "

"OK. Any other options?" better to know everything before making a decision, she thought
"Yes. You see, you weren't supposed to come across my artifacts, but Fate, bored bitch that she is, messed with your life..."
"Somehow, I'm not surprised. That explains so much."
"Indeed it does." Death let a small smile creep on his face – at least, he should get on well with the latest immortal, given what he knew about her "Anyway, even if it is unplanned, you are now as immortal as any god, but you don't have our powers... yet."